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Sirius
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Seadragoness
Seadragoness
12-27-2019, 11:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-27-2019, 01:58 PM by Sirius.)
Her nonchalant attitude of the volcano surprised him. So many had lost lives and land when it had erupted, and its continued spray of smoke and ash had kept most wolves far from its reach. Did she truly feel so unaffected by its wrath that she could be so fearless? The scent of the meat behind him was tandalising, and he shifted his weight once, twice a restlessly. What did this stranger want from him? A slice of his meat? He was not so careless as to give out his hard earnings at every open paw that waved his way.
Perhaps he would have no choice but to chase her off. At least then he could turn his attention on bringing this hunt back to his pack. He leaned his weight forward, feline-like claws sliding from their sheaths and digging into the earth before him. He got no further then that before Marshal let out a warning cry above him, and he froze, ears pulled forward. "Friends of yours?" He asked the wolf before him. If she had allies, that changed the game. They could begin to outnumber him, brute forces couldn't be his only tactic, he would have to be clever. Perhaps if he caught himself a hostage before the battle truly began...
Bast reappeared from the shadows to return to his side, growling softly, just off to the side of where he was looking. He shifted his attention, and he found them. A pack of Coyotes: skinny, rough looking creatures. They looked as through they hadnt had a decent meal in weeks, and he knew he would have to kill them to the last man or lose his dinner. His eyes shifted to the stranger. Would he have any help from her corner?
Perhaps he would have no choice but to chase her off. At least then he could turn his attention on bringing this hunt back to his pack. He leaned his weight forward, feline-like claws sliding from their sheaths and digging into the earth before him. He got no further then that before Marshal let out a warning cry above him, and he froze, ears pulled forward. "Friends of yours?" He asked the wolf before him. If she had allies, that changed the game. They could begin to outnumber him, brute forces couldn't be his only tactic, he would have to be clever. Perhaps if he caught himself a hostage before the battle truly began...
Bast reappeared from the shadows to return to his side, growling softly, just off to the side of where he was looking. He shifted his attention, and he found them. A pack of Coyotes: skinny, rough looking creatures. They looked as through they hadnt had a decent meal in weeks, and he knew he would have to kill them to the last man or lose his dinner. His eyes shifted to the stranger. Would he have any help from her corner?
